Handling Setsuna-nee
“You’re finally here, you damn brat!”
An exasperated yell and an arm slung across my shoulder, courtesy of Setsuna-nee, immediately putting me in a headlock, welcomed me inside the third room.
But I must say, it was a weak headlock that I could get out of if I so wished.
In fact, I’ve seen it coming from my peripheral vision. I simply opted not to dodge her. I even helped her by ducking slightly. With her height, it’d be a difficult task for her to truly lock me in place.
Shaking my head inwardly, I caught a glimpse of the woman’s expression. Despite her furrowed eyebrows, a clear hint of relief could be seen in her eyes as though my arrival soothed her conflicted feelings. She also poked my cheek and ruffled my hair that Hina and Yua painstakingly styled to their preference.
Uh. Am I already this complex in her head that I can bring her this kind of contrasting reaction? I don’t know. Perhaps, this is the perk of being accepted by her. Who knows?